#cod grigori weaver

[animefreak1145]

Church Bells(Adler x Bell!Reader xWoods)

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Description:

The world ended for Bell after Cuba.

The whole world followed soon after.

Zombies AU | Drabble Format

Warnings/Tags: Mature Rating, Graphic Violence, Dark Themes, Trauma, Body Horror, Gore, Major Character Death, Brainwashing, Post!Cuba, Pre!Solovetsky, No Solovetsky, Female Bell, Older Man/Younger Woman

Words: 1.6k

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You were observing for days.

Picking apart the papers, the plans, the tools they have at their disposal with Sims. Hawkish tired baggy eyes, always seeming to stray at the itch of your skin that is getting irritated from your nails than anything else. No other outside source. (Nightmare.) 

It was hard for the others to cajole you out the cage you built around you, the storage room with the arcade game you used to play with but now is stock still. 

Dead. A waste of energy. 

(Why are you here again? Ah. Solovetsky. Always about going to Solovetsky. That’s all they need of you. They aren’t your friends. He’s not your friend.)

You even locked yourself in. To keep them out. To keep you in. Concentration. Watching. Planning. Eying. 

You had a fire to your ass and this time it wasn’t Adler that caused it, (his hands around your jaw or your throat, squeezing your cheeks together unforgivingly or pressing down warningly to your carotid and air supply, Bell, open the door. He said good work. ) but instead it was your head, your thoughts, the feeling of blood pumping to your ears and grim determination clenching your jaw and hands around the pens and pencils and office supplies you have hoarded in this cage you made yourself.

You ignored how Woods cursed at you and your behavior, but your eyes couldn’t help but study his deep blue. The ocean normally with its high tides to make up for the hurricane of a man, only for it to be swimming in concern and worry on what is causing this frantic episode of yours. 

The tornado of a man cursed at you with no intent, looking haggard with tired shoulders as if he was there in the cage with you. Only for them to tense when Adler, who is ice and cool and hard to read and what is that look in his eyes when he stares past your cage and into your face, tells Woods to leave you be, to let you plan the finishing touches needed for the cell tower and you will come out when you decide to. 

“Stop babying her.”

“Wha—you conniving fucker,” the hurricane spat at the arctic breeze, dangerous and unbelieving wild grin upon his face. “You ordered her to do this. You think I’m going to let you dig around your dirty shitty claws around her brain again? You used the trigger phrase, didn’t you? Didn’t you?!”

(You talked to Woods once, that the trigger would still probably work. The lot of you have no time to deprogram a terrorist. You were concerned, worrying your lip and how easy it would be to become a mindless puppet again. Frank, all grim faced, only tugged you to him with your eyes widening as you met the gear covered chest. Safe . Secure . The immovable mountain and the chaotic hurricane turned firm like a rooted tree that shall never bend. Can you make a home here in these roots? Is he letting you? And a rumble to your ear “You don’t have to worry your pretty little head about that. No one will say that sentence again. Until we get you back to Washington and we’ll fix you up, you’ll be able to say the words yourself as easy as you can decode.”)

Face to face.

The storm and ice. 

And, despite you wanting to see Frank punch the ever living lights out of Adler again, you stepped out the cage and intervened with a gentle yet firm hand to Woods shoulder before Mason or Sims could, back to Adler who you can feel his eyes on you.

When he glanced down in bewilderment, he met your grateful little smile playing on your lips and a shake of your head.

“It’s okay. He didn’t do any of that. I wanted to.” Woods didn’t seem to believe you, and your hand wandered from his shoulder to his wrist to do a squeeze of his hand. Woods blinked, eyes on the hold before meeting your somber ones. “We need this plan. Adler is right on the importance of this. We need��that cell tower.  Him and I gotta do this right with all of you. To plan with all of you. ”

Woods face began to sour right when you mentioned Adler. Glancing up to where Adler was only to sour more. 

He tugged his hand away and turned his  back on you. You tried to not let it affect you. (He always touches you and accepts yours like you accept his. He’s not distant.) 

“Yeah, yeah. I got it. Just don’t…” his tone lost his gumption when he turned his face back towards you. You can spot his swallow before he waved a hand flippantly, (not the hand you touched. The hand you touched is tucked in his jacket pocket. Like a secret.) before he made a dramatic puff of air out his mouth. “Just don’t fall over dead or electrocute your brain over there.”

The joke fell flat, your brows pinched in concern and your back still itched with eyes on you.

You turned, almost missing the smug smirk Adler had around his cigarette but not missing his upturned brow when he looked at you. 

He dipped his head in a semblance of a nod, nicotine smoke around them both as he breathed, “Don’t let him keep treating you like glass. You’re not made of it.” 

And off he went, whisking away to his corner of the safehouse. 

Your jaw clenched when his scent and presence left you, irritation building at the pretense(How would he know how you wanted to be treated? He doesn’t know you. You used to lick up those small nods as if they were ambrosia, his pride towards you like nectar. He broke you. He can’t tell you what to do.) before you went back to your cage. 

Later, after your three day planning confinement, with you and Park atop a nearby building of the cell tower to study the zombie horde and the strange crystals that keep appearing like never ending amethysts, you were questioned by the MI6 agent.

Or what may be left of the MI6.

“Is Woods a wise choice, Bell?”

The question came from left field(Woods taught you that saying) and it made you take off your binoculars, your face twisted into deep befuddlement.

“What?”

Park’s face didn’t change, it was the expression where she expected no nonsense. Her attention on you and not the sniper rifle who has an impressive scope and what she should be using to watch. 

“Don’t play the oblivious card, Bell. It doesn’t suit you.”

You were starting to get annoyed at the non answers. (You hate non answers. Hums that don’t mean anything or everything. You’re sick of it.)

“What are you talking about?”

Park huffed.

“This dance you’re doing with Woods. Is it genuine? Or are you trying to get back at Adler?”

Your eyes flashed, your grip on your binoculars tightening.

That’s all it goes back to. Your genuineness. 

(Stop lying, Bell. Start again and tell me how you met Perseus.)

“Frank and I are genuinely friends. Just like me and Mason are.” Park’s brows pinched together and you really want to shout at her but you stick with a hissed “What?” instead.

“You’re getting that look in your eyes when you look at Woods. And don’t think we can’t all see how touchy you two are with each other. Especially with what happened earlier.” (You touched Woods hand, yours were gloved. But you still felt it. How warm he can be. The curious inquisitive side of you wanted to know what would happen if your hand was bare, what would the valley of his knuckles feel like? Would it match the mountain of a man?) “Woods is…” Park cleared her throat. “Woods is showing deep care for you. But the last thing we need is something to split the team apart. So. Is it genuine?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, looking through the binoculars again to dismiss her.

“Didn’t you say to give a certain man a wide berth?” 

“And I’m glad for you for it. But Bell,” a hand moved stops yours, shifting the binoculars down and you were met with concerned gray eyes, a soft voice. “. . .Adler is the type of man who has a hard time giving over control. Can you honestly say you won’t fall upon his hands again if he asked?”

“Adler,” you spat, fury and rage and vindictive and hot on your chest. It made Park’s eyes widen, which made you blink and deflate and appear like the kicked bunny that you are instead of what you were before. “. . . I know what kind of man Adler is. But. . . Woods is. . . Frank is. . . ” You clenched your teeth, bowed your head. “I. . . don’t want to hurt him. . . He’s been. He’s been kind to me. He makes me laugh.”

Park’s eyes gave you a once over, assessing and scrutinizing before you felt a hand atop your shoulder. A gentle squeeze. You looked up and spotted gentle eyes to match before she focused back on her sniper and looking through it.

“It seems we may have similar taste in men, Bell.”

You glanced at her in pity. 

Lazar always found a way to make her laugh.

If they achieve this, create the line again for Washington—to Weaver—than perhaps Park can find someone again. 

You and Adler’s plan can’t fail.

(Adler’s protege will make a way.)

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…hahahahahaha… hi?

I’m back in the writing pit of this universe! Thank you to @makeyourpeacenow and @junkyardhound with their wondrous works in AO3 I recently discovered thanks to me trying to scour for Adler x Bell fics again. And that inspired me. And for the BO6 trailer. Where I’m back to wanting the Officially Wanted Man Russell Adler.

May this fire not die until this fic is at least completed. And than maybe I can hop back into my other Adler x Bell fic.

Tag List: @tr1ppylady @parkeepingparker @weirdoartist21 @gojocat247 @mayaibnlaahad @dallmaistir @salvija @kylezkie4adler @asaltryefl @stupid-stinky @aurora-windu @zachfoxx121

Are any of you guys still here? I sure hope so. I miss you guys.

[eyelambspider]

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚… 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞 || 𝐂𝐎𝐃 𝐇𝐜𝐬

┊𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : John Price, König, Ghost, Weaver x gn!reader ┊𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : these military men have a cute 'secret' photo of you quite literally hidden on them, its just a uh-memento to look at when off duty ┊𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : (un)established relationship (you can pick), fluff ┊𝐚/𝐧 : next: old love languages smhhh (maybe)

▹ John Price

Price has always kept a photo of you with him. Always... Well, since you'd met him.

Its a picture you had insisted he get rid of when he took it himself and showed you.

It showed you truly laughing. A bright, 'embarrassing' smile on your face that completely lit up your eyes and showed your teeth before you could cover your face shyly.

Maybe you didn't like it, but Price had stowed it away for 'safe-keeping' ever since. Once promising to get rid of it but of course... he couldn't really do it, could he?

Price keeps it under the brim of his hat, where he wouldn't let anyone take it.

He keeps the image in great shape, making sure there's a protective film over it, trying not to bend or fold it in anyway. Hell, he'd sew it in there whenever he got the chance... but he likes holding it when no one's looking too.

Every time he looks down at it-the picture of you laughing and pure-it makes him smile too, the rough pads of his thumbs brushing over your face.

▹ König

König technically has two photos of you.

One is on his phone in his photo gallery, and the other is a small polaroid you had taken of yourself.

He is free to look at the one on his phone whenever, and its something quickly available... yet he doesn't really open it if there are people around try to glance over his shoulder at what he's looking at.

So, he deeply treasures the tiny polaroid and tries to keep it as safe as possible.

König is the least discreet, to no fault of his own. He's usually caught the moment he tries to look at either one. Either fumbling with his phone or slapping the photo close to his chest so that no one would see.

He just really likes looking at them.

Acts like it never happens and vehemently denies everything, even if to Horangi its pretty obvious.

Sometimes König draws over the pictures, idly doodling either next to the polaroid on a piece of paper while he's doing work or running his finger over his phone screen.

▹ Simon "Ghost" Riley

Ghost keeps a picture of you too.

Its a small thing, someone had taken when the two of you weren't paying attention. A celebratory photo after a mission.

The moment it was taken, mostly without his knowledge, he had snatched the photo away in hopes to burn it later. Leave no trace of himself to wonder.

But fuck, he couldn't.

It was actually... nice, once he got a good look at it. The image of you both together, standing so closely. The way he looked at you in the photo-brown eyes soft and fully raptured by your face behind his mask-was enough to make him scoff.

Of course the camera caught the exact moment of he showed a bit of fondness.

Still, he keeps it to this day. Buried under all his other meager gear. Folded back so that his image is tucked away and yours stands out.

He doesn't like looking at his face, just yours.

He'd never take it out to the field, where someone could possibly discover a possible... to know your face and use it against him, but sometimes in the loneliest of nights, he takes it out just to look at it.

▹ Grigori Weaver

Weaver would never admit it, but yes, he has a picture of you.

He doesn't want you to know, or find out about it.

If you did, he just denies it and claims "he doesn't know where that thing came from"

but truthfully, its his most precious keepsake.

Its what kept him going through all those years he'd served in prison.

A simple image of your face.

The photo is no bigger than his palm, and its just of you. A small portrait.

The picture is old and worn down lovingly. The corners soft and rounded, and folded in half so many times he had taped the back of it to keep it from splitting entirely in half.

Clearly, it means a lot, with how much care he's tried to put into mending the delicate thing.

He hides the picture in his breast pocket, close to his heart, and in a place only he knows.

It brings a sense of comfort sometimes, knowing your image is so close when he's out there trying to 'fix' things.

[oyeone89]

Till the undead by thy name.

[Rendered with Blender | Edited with Photoshop]

[cryogenic-slumber-party]

weaver doodles

[hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform]

But fully can we get a story about all the cod characters trying to fight off eldritch god Santa Claus as he tracks them down to fulfil all of our christmas wishlists

[adlersbitchboy]

Okay so in bo6 there are 2 skins inspired by Mason. One for Woods that has his numbers and glass impeded in Woods. The other is a call back to an outfit in one of the first 2 bos for Payne

But I think we should have a call back to Hudson and Weaver should be the one to equip it. Just like the signature shades and outfit. Or even an old bo outfit.

Also I think it'd be funny if they gave Adler a Bell skin, but specifically with whatever shirt and khaki pants they had them wearing in the fucking campaign.

Also why does Adler have 1 skin which is the base one? Like c'mon now. I get he's a vault character but still. I still think he shouldn't even be a vault character but whatever. Be like cold war and let me painfully unlock all my favorites with stupid ass missions.

[grave-ng]

does anyone else like him . hi

[eccentrcks]

Major Mackenzie Carver, Dr. Elizabeth Grey, Grigori Weaver, Dr. Oskar Strauss, and Stoney “Raptor One” Maddox in Official Black Ops 6 Zombies Reveal Trailer.

[bowls-art]

I almost posted this before realizing I forgot his eyepatch.

Anyways can’t wait to break my pookie outta jail in BO6 zombies 😊❤️

[danielcatart]

My Hubby's are so HOT💙!

they mine))

[sparklight1242]

request(?)on Twitter

[adlerboi]

Grigori Weaver

[eyelambspider]

♰ 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♰

⤷ ❝ You Broken? ❞ catalogue as per @eyelambspider

Navigation: Here you will find links to all my COD works/imagines/hcs. Each is sorted by: character, fic name, and a short description. Some characters don't have anything yet, but they will. The 'Assorted' List is just a compilation of multiple characters so I don't have to repeat them!

AU Tags: #Outlast Au / #DBH Au

⤷ Loading : Masterlist & Characters Below the Cut. . .

▹ Assorted

Lingerie || Kinktober ( Price, Gaz, Ghost, Soap, König x gn!reader ) The COD men react (separately) to their s/o in lingerie.

Doctor, Please Listen! || Kinktober/Outlast AU ( gn!reader x TF141, König, Horangi ) Oneshot: You are a doctor during the escape of project Walrider, and they all need you to stay alive.

Getting Jealous for 'Stupid' Reasons || ( gn!reader x Price, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, König, Horangi ) Drabbles: Scenarios where they get jealous of the idea of you and another man.

Its a... Keepsake || (gn!reader x Price, König, Ghost, Weaver ) Hcs: They keep a photo of you.

Stream Starting Soon! || ( twitchstreamer!reader x taskforce 141 ) Hcs: 141 happens to watch some of your streams!

Spider. Eye. Lamb. || Outlast Au ( gn!reader x König, Gaz, Price ) Hcs: Surviving Murkoff's Trials.

▹ John Price

Death of a Bachelor || Angst ( Price x gn!reader ) Oneshot: He thinks back to his 'would be wedding day'.

Apocalypse & Auralism || Kinktober Nsfw ( Price x gn!reader ) Oneshot: Price leads your group of survivors to safety, and when no help is coming, he makes you an 'offer'

Giving Control || Nsfw ( Price x gn!reader ) Short Fic: Control is important to you, and behind closed doors... you let Price take control.

▹ Simon "Ghost" Riley

Cannibal & Oral || Kinktober Nsfw ( Ghost x gn!reader ) Oneshot: You and Ghost are kissing in a small closet until you decide to get on your knees for him.

Slasher || Kinktober Nsfw Collab w/@lady-boketto ( Slasher!Ghost x gn!reader ) Oneshot: The killer, Ghost, stumbles upon you and Gaz getting 'intimate' in the woods and decides to listen.

▹ Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Siren & Aphrodisiac || Kinktober Semi-Sfw ( Mer!Gaz x gn!reader ) Oneshot: During a storm you fall off your ship, only to be saved by a mermaid

In Your Sunlight || Kinktober Nsfw ( Vampire!Gaz x gn!human!reader ) Oneshot: After a long night of feeding, Gaz just wants to be close to his love.

▹ John "Soap" MacTavish

Potion & Body Swap || Kinktober Nsfw ( Soap x reader ) Oneshot: You and Soap drank something strange, and find yourselves in each others bodies, accidentally turning each other on.

Versions: Male!reader / Fem!reader

▹ König

The Quiet Type || Horror/Yandere ( Mute!König x gn!reader ) Oneshot: After a year of therapy and losing his voice, only one thing makes him happy anymore: you.

Repurposed || Detroit Become Human AU ( Android!König x gn!reader ) Fic: Reader decides to take a chance and give an old android a new life.

Parts: One / Two

Creepypasta || Kinktober ( König x gn!reader ) Oneshot: While on a scouting mission, you and the scary scared Colonel encounter something strange.

Eldritch Horror & Biting || Kinktober Semi Nsfw ( Monster!König x gn!reader ) Short Fic: Since he's shown you his true face of tentacles, he's become clingy and won't let you go until you have a pretty mark on your skin.

More Monster König Rambles: One / Two

Slasher || Kinktober Sfw ( Michael Myers!König x gn!reader ) Oneshot: While trick-or-treating, you (unknowingly) run into the horror of Haddonfield.

You've Watched 'Carrie', Right? || Kinktober ( König x reader ) Oneshot: Its prom night, and as much as König hates it, he has to work up the courage to confess to you and get back at his bullies.

Versions: Male!reader / Fem!reader

Winter Drabble || ( König x gn!reader ) He's just admiring the view... and the snowflakes in your hair.

▹ Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin

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▹ Grigori Weaver

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▹Farah Ahmed Karim

Picture You || Angst ( Farah x Fem!reader ) Oneshot: You've been pining for her affection from afar, only to find her one night in Alex Keller's arms.

[oyeone89]

Happy holidays everyone!!

[Rendered with Blender]

[weaverweaverpumkineater]

I never posted this doodle I made of weaver...I am infact the number one weaver fan :3 (no matter where I go the lack of weaver content is astonishing and I am so sad that barley anyone I know likes him ket alone adores him. My ass wrote a 9 page analysis on why he's actually a good character and not just some guy who killed richtofens family. he didn't deserve the shit done to him and ill always defend my bby grigori, HES MY SWEET BOY RAHHHHHH

[mudseal]

so. who else is hyped for citadelle des morts